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“Why, What Is It?” . . . . . Frontispiece 

She Gave a Pull to the Stocking, 8 

Where She Ran Against Mary lo 

The Apple was Smashed, 12 

There was a Great Shade-Tree at the End of the 

Garden, 15 

“ No,” vSOBBED THE CATERPILLAR, 24 

“To Begin at the Beginning,” 29 

“ I Should Think They Would Rather Have a King,” 

Remarked Elfie, 36 

And Came Near Falling Out of the Tree, . . 40 

“ All Around Her are the Fairies,” . . . .44 

Banished from Fairyland, 49 

“My Ancestor was Singing,” 54 

“We Have Sung so Much on Damp Nights!” . . 59 

“ Picnics are the Imp of Per-ver-si-ty’s Delight,” . , 62 

“ Windy D.ays Please Him, Too,” .... 63 

“He Loves, Too, to Upset an Ink-Bottle,” . . .64 

Down Came the Rain in a Perfect Sheet, ... 67 

“I Suddenly Felt a Violent Push at the Side of My 

Boat,” . . 74 

“ I Found My Friend Who Nursed Me,” ... 76 

A Daisy, Standing Near, Nodded its Head Gravely, . 78 


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Chapter I. 



/EAR me ! What’s the mat- 


\ ter with my stockings 
this morning?” cried El- 


fie, “ I can’t get them 


on straight. My toes go 
where my heels ought to, and 
everything seems mixed up. 


1 shall be late for breakfast, and I shall have 
to eat by myself. Provoking old thing ! ” and 
she gave a pull to the stocking which not only 
made her toes go down to their right places, 
but tore a great hole in the back of it just 
over the heel. 


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“ It’ll have to go now,” said Elfie, ruefully 
gazing at the rip her impatience had caused, 
“ Bessie will scold finely when she sees it. 



She gave a pull to the stocking. 

I wonder if papa has finished his breakfast.” 
Then she hurried through the rest of her 
dressing as fast as she could and ran down- 
stairs. She found her papa just finishing 


ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


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his breakfast, and Bessie was called to keep 
Elfie company and attend to her wants. 

Elfie seemed to have no better luck at 
breakfast than she had with her stocking. 
Her bread and butter fell on the floor, but- 
tered side down ; and when she went to help 
herself to some oatmeal she missed her plate 
and the oatmeal went on to the clean table- 
cloth. But the climax was reached when the 
rosy apple, which Elfie had just taken from 
the fruit dish, slipped from her fingers, rolled 
to the edge of the table, and just as Elfie had 
nearly caught it, fell off and hit the cat on the 
back of the head. That gentle animal was 
considerably astonished. She gave a loud 
“ miaou ! ” and rushed for the door, where she 
ran against Mary, who was coming in with 
some tea for Bessie. Mary just saved herself 
from being upset, but some of the hot tea 
went over Lady Jane, who was by this time 


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pretty nearly crazy, and she gave two or three 
blood-curdling yells as she Bed into the garden. 



Where she ran against Mary. 


Elfie felt sorry for the cat, but did not give 
up her chase after the apple. She was on the 


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point of capturing it, when it rolled behind 
the sideboard. It was such a particularly nice- 
looking apple that she thought she would 
make an effort to get it and, without asking 
Bessie’s help, she pushed against the sideboard 
to roll it to one side. 

But the sideboard moved too easily. It 
first went one way and then another, and 
finally the apple rolled between one of the 
casters and the wall just as Elfie was push- 
ing on that particular corner, and before 
she could stop it, “ sr-u-nch,” the apple was 
smashed. 

'' And if that isn’t an example of the total 
depravity of inanimate objects, ” said Bessie, 
who was a great girl to read, and was always 
ready with some high-sounding sentence, ‘‘ I 
never saw it.” 

Elfie, hardly knowing whether to laugh or 
to cry at the provoking behavior of the apple. 


14 ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 

opened her eyes very wide and said, “ What 
do all those big words mean ?” 

“They mean that the Imp of Perversity 
was in that apple sure, and it is a good job it 
got smashed before it did any more mischief. 
It looks as if the Imp were around in every- 
thing this morning, by the way so. many things 
seem to go wrong.” 

Elfie wondered who the Imp of Perversity 
could be, but contented herself with wondering, 
Bessie’s answers to her questions being gener- 
ally harder to understand than the original 
problem. 

After she had finished breakfast she went 
for a walk by the river. There was a great 
shade-tree at the end of the garden, and it 
was Elfie’s great delight to climb up into the 
fork of this tree, where she had found a 
specially comfortable seat, and watch the 
shadows on the water. 


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As she sat there wondering about the Imp 
of Perversity, she saw a Katydid sitting on a 
branch and blinking its eyes at her. 

Elfie’s experience with E-ma-ji-na-shun had 
helped her to understand the thoughts and 
ideas of the animals, birds, and insects she 
came in contact with, and as she sat looking at 
the Katydid blinking its eyes, she tried to find 
out from its expression what it was thinking 
about. 

“Who are you staring at?” said the 
Katydid. 

Now this did not startle Elfie a bit to 
hear the Katydid speak, nor did it seem at all 
out of the way for it to seem twenty or thirty 
times as large as its usual size. She was so 
used to having these little tricks occur, after 
her memorable trip to Cloudland with E-ma-ji- 
na-shun, that she took all such peculiarities 
as a matter of course. So she answered as 


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though conversation was the natural thing to 
expect from a Katydid : 

“ Who’s a-staring ? ” 

Elfie knew, directly she had spoken, that 
this was not very elegant language, but 
hoped the Katydid would not notice it. 

“ Why, you are,” answered the Katydid, 
"‘and I think it is very impudent of you.” 

“Dear me! How sensitive we are!” re- 
marked Elfie. “ It says in one of the old 
stories that a cat can look at a king, and if 
that is the case, surely a little girl can look at 
a Katydid. I have never seen one, but I am 
sure that you cannot be of so much importance 
as a king.” 

“ That is a matter of opinion,” snapped 
the Katydid, “ and depends a good deal on 
the king.” 

“ And the Katydid, too, I should think ! ” 
laughed Elfie. 


ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


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“ Well, let me tell you, young lady, that a 
cat wasn’t always allowed to look at a king. 
The old proverb use to run, ‘ A cat can look 
at a king, but she mustn’t.’ Haven’t you ever 
heard the reason ? ” 

“ No,” said Elfie. 

“ Then I’ll tell you : 


“ ‘ A cat was walking to and fro, all in a garden fair, 

Which lay around a palace, built of marble rich and rare. 

And as she walked, she thus did muse : “ Oh, I am tired of cats! 
Of mice and birds I’ve had my fill, and I’ve no use for rats, 

“ How shall I now amuse myself ? How can I pass the time 
’Twixt noonday hour and evening’s dusk? jMethinks I’ve heard 
a rhyme 

“ That on a cat a king can’t look ; ’twould be sure death if I 
Should up into the palace walk, his majesty to spy. 

“ But I am now so very tired of all the things I’ve done. 

That only just to have a change — this awful risk I’ll run.” 

So saying, up the stairs she tripped, crept through the open door ; 
On such a gorgeous sight she gazed, as she’d ne’er seen before. 

The king was seated on his throne, ’twas made of solid gold 
And gemmed with jewels rich and rare. Puss felt she’d been 
too bold. 

That she had dared to raise her eyes on such a gorgeous sight. 
And stood there, trembling and amazed, half-dying with affright. 


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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


His Majesty the cat did see, and rose in wrath severe : 

“ Remove that object from my sight, before I die of fear. 

“ ’Tis horrible to look upon, I cannot bear its eyes — 

They look into my very soul, and all my sins arise 

“ Before my mind, that long I thought no more would bother 
me, 

But now this horrid creature has brought them back to me.” 

“ Ha, ha! ” the cat laughed loud and long, “ I see the reason 
why, 

A cat upon a king can’t look, for fear the king will die! ’ ” 

“ Ouch ! ” screamed Elfie, “ what is that ? ” 
and she grabbed the back of her dress. 
“ Something has fallen dowm my back ! ” 

“ It s only a caterpillar,” chuckled the 
Katydid. “ I saw it fall. Just hang yourself 
by your feet with your head downward, and 
it will fall out.” 

“ Thanks !” said Elfie, “ I am glad I shan’t 
have to,” and, reaching her hand as far as she 
could down her back, she succeeded in fishing 
up Mr. Caterpillar, a little bruised, but not 
much the worse for his tumble. 


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“ What did you fall down for ? ” sternly 
demanded the Katydid. 

“You don’t suppose I fell down on pur- 
pose, do you ? ” asked the Caterpillar flip- 
pantly. 

“ No, sir, you fell on this little girl,” said 
the Katydid gruffly. “ But why did you 
do it ? ” 

“ Oh, dear ! as if I didn’t have trouble 
enough to live, without your being angry with 
rne for something I couldn’t help !” 

“Trouble! What trouble do you have, I 
should like to know ? ” 

“ Why, I am always in trouble,” cried the 
Caterpillar, bursting into tears. “ You have a 
chance to cry or sing when you are hurt, but 
we poor Caterpillars have to sit still and bear 
any evil that comes to us, without saying a 
word. Oh 1 I wish I could sing, or chirp, or 
whistle, or something. You can hear me, but 


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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


the people that walk about and knock us 
off the trees, and tread on us, haven’t the 
right kind of ears to hear us when we call 
out.” 

“You do seem to have something to com- 
plain about,” said the Katydid. 

“Yes, that is the worst of it, nobody un- 
derstands us, or appreciates our woes. I 
have written out some of my misfortunes, 
but no one has ever heard them, for it is 
so difficult to find a publisher. Perhaps 
as you are a singer and an elocutionist, 
you would not mind singing or reciting 
this to the little girl, who seems to have a 
kind heart,” and he handed a manuscript to 
the Katydid. 

The vocalist took it, with all the air of an 
opera singer of the first rank, and after looking 
it over and humming a bar or two, sang it for 
Elfie’s benefit. 


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THE CATERPILLAR’S LAMENT. 

“ Hear a mournful Caterpillar make you now this sad lament. 

List, I pray you, to her story. You will find it time well spent. 

If within your heart so hardened, it doth stir up some remorse 
For the woes of your poor victim, for her wounded bleeding corse. 

People think a Caterpillar has no feelings, heart, or brains; 

And they kill them when they find them, in their gardens, fields, 
or lanes 

If they find a leaf is eaten, from a bush, or shrub, or vine, 

’Tis some wicked Caterpillar, who has chosen here to dine. 

You have feet, and toes, and fingers,— on our stomachs we must 
. crawl. 

You can speak and sing, and whistle, — silent is to you our call. 
Yet we both are living creatures. — Pity for us you should show. 
More because we’re weak and helpless, how to please you do not 
know. 

Few there are who stay to ponder : ‘ This a butterfly will be ; 

Some day she will fly and flutter, beautiful for all to see. 

Rainbow hues will glance and glitter, grace in every movement 
show. 

This will be a thing of beauty. Only let it live and grow.’ 

Our lives are short, — pass all too quickly. Soon we change to 
butterflies. 

Hardly are we used to being caterpillars, e’er we rise 
On bright wings, all gayly painted, springing from our sober dress. 
How surprised and pleased it makes us, I will leave for you to 
guess. 

Still it is quite mortifying, that at first we fail to please. 

Must become another creature, ere we feel ourselves at ease. 

So next time you see us crawling, lonely, sad, and discontent. 

Oh! bethink you of my story, — of my sad and lone lament! ” 


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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


‘‘Well! did you fall off the branch so as 
to let the young lady hear your troubles ? ” 
asked the Katydid, after he had finished sing- 
ing the “ lament.” 



“No!” sobbed the caterpillar. 


“No!” sobbed the Caterpillar, who was 
visibly affected by the recital of her own woes, 
“somebody pushed me off the branch. I saw 
the little girl sitting there, and was walking 


ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


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along very carefully, when somebody I couldn’t 
see gave me a push. I know it was, because 
I heard him laugh.” 

“ A likely story !” remarked the Katydid. 
“ Be off with you now and don’t do it again.” 

Away went the Caterpillar, still weeping, 
and Elfie resumed her seat on the branch with 
a sigh. 

“ I wonder what is going to happen next ! 
This seems to be one of the days when I must 
have got out of the wrong side of the bed. 
Everything is happening that shouldn’t.” 

“ Yes,” smiled the Katydid, “ Perversity is 
around to-day, evidently.” 

Elfie pricked up her ears. “ That is just 
what I want to know,” she said. “ I heard this 
morning about that Imp, and I have been 
wondering and wondering what Bessie could 
mean by it. I am so glad I have found some 
one who knows. Now tell me all about it.” 


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ELFIE AND THE KATYDID. 


‘‘ I think I am the only one who could,” 
the insect said, with an air of knowing a great 
deal, “ for no one else could tell you the whole 
of the story.” 

“ Oh ! ” cried Elfie delightedly, “ a story ! 
Is there a story ? Go on and tell it then ! 
There is nothing in the world I like so well as 
a story ! Go on with the story at once ! ” 

“ Don’t be impatient. Make yourself com- 
fortable and I will tell you,” said Katydid. 
He found an easy seat for himself, with his 
back against a branch, and began. 


Chapter II. 



“Fairies use flowers for their charactery. ” 

Merry lVi7ies o/ Windsor^ Act V., Sc. 5 . 


WAS going to tell you,*’ 
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did, evidently not intend- 
ing to be hurried, “when 
you interrupted me by 
saying ‘ Ouch,’ that whether a king or myself 
was the more important, at any rate I knew a 
great many things that more than one king 
would eive his diamond crown to know, and 
there is no doubt that — 

“Oh, go on with the story!” interrupted 
Elfie. 

“ — That this story,” went on the unruffled 
Katydid, “ is one that a great number of people 


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ELFIE AND THE KATYDID. 


besides kings would like to know. I think 
that you are not as polite as you might be, 
but you seem to be a nice little girl, and I 
have heard of you from my friend E-ma-ji-na- 
shun, so that I will tell you this story. Then 
you and I will be the only two in the world 
who will know the real history of this mysteri- 
ous and mischievous imp. 

“To begin at the beginning. You must 
know that this little goblin, Per-ver-si-ty, was 
once a fairy.” 

“ A fairy !” cried Elfie. “Oh, do tell me 
about the fairies ! ” 

“Yes, I suppose I must tell you a few 
things about how the fairies live, so that you 
will understand the story.” 

“ Where do they live ?” asked Elfie. 

“ They live in a little world of their own.” 

“ But where ?” 

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grass, trees, flowers, and gambol and dance by 
the light of the same moon.” 

“ But why can’t we see them ?” 

“ We insects can see them,” said the Katy- 
did, with an air of superiority. “You mortals 
are all too blinded by what you call ‘Worldly 
Wisdom.’ Sometimes, it is true, one has 
been caught without his magic cap, which 
makes the fairies invisible, but even then, 
it is only some child, or a poet, or, some- 
times, a painter, who is able to distinguish 
one, and then not without the aid of E-ma-ji- 
na-shun.” 

“ And how did Per-ver-si-ty come to leave 
them ? ” 

“ Have a little patience, and I will come to 
it. You have heard, perhaps, that the fairies 
make a point of being about whenever a new 
baby comes into the world, and if they have a 
good report of the parents, will bestow some 


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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


gift on the child, which will, if properly used, 
be a blessing all its life.” 

“ Oh yes ! I have heard they do that.” 

“ Some of the fairies can give one thing, 
and some another. Some have little or no 
power in this way, but all are able to scatter 
little blessings in the way of such mortals as 
may cross their path, and with this power 
they can also tease, provoke, or upset the 
plans of any one that may displease them. 
But they are generally pretty good about this, 
and they do more in the way of making life 
brighter for people than in causing mischief.” 

“ But they do play tricks on people, don’t 
they?” asked Elfie. “ A girl who used to be 
with us told me that they will sometimes steal 
a baby from the cradle, and put one of their 
own in its place, and they will change wheat 

into ashes, and turn milk sour, and will ” 

Stuff and nonsense ! ” snapped the Katy- 


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did, so gruffly and harshly that Elfie was star- 
tled. “ Don’t you understand that fairies are 
fancies, they aren’t material, and they don’t 
meddle with material things. Sometimes, 
this Imp we are talking about will put some 
of his perverse spirit into an inanimate object, 
but there — I wish you wouldn’t interrupt me 
so ! ” he said peevishly. 

“ Oh, I beg your pardon, I’m sure !” said 
Elfie. 

“ Well, please don’t do it again,” grumbled 
the Katydid, “ still what you said brings me to 
what I was going to tell you. As a matter of 
fact, the fairies are very good-natured people, 
and nothing worries them so much as to find 
out that some one is in trouble. That is how 
they came to find out about Per-ver-si-ty. 
They had been bothered for a long time by 
his pranks, and couldn’t find out who it was 
playing tricks on them. 


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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


“ They would find their wings misplaced, 
their dancing rings shifted, their invisible caps 
carried away, their shoes filled with sand, or 
some other annoying trick, but they couldn’t 
discover who was to blame. It is likely they 
never would have found it out if Master Per- 
ver-si-ty had not one day gone a little too far, 
and played a trick on the Queen, and she soon 
fixed on the culprit.” 

“ Why, is the Queen so much wiser than 
the others ? ” asked Elfie, who couldn’t keep 
quiet very long. 

“ Certainly,” said Katydid. “ Every year 
they choose a new Queen, and they select, of 
course, the wisest, the purest, and the most 
beautiful among them for the honor. When 
they find one specially adapted for the exalted 
position, she is selected year after year, and 
she who was Queen at this time had been 
selected five or six times.” 




1 should think that they would rather have a king,” remarked Elfie. 

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I should think they would rather have a 
King,” remarked Elfie. 

“No indeed ! ” said the wise Katydid, “ one 
of the chief duties of the fairies is to bring 
gifts to the earth children, but to those only 
who deserve them. One must be able to read 
hearts to know this perfectly, and no King 
could do it, at least none has ever been 
found. But a Queen has never been known 
to make a mistake.” 

“ Why, Katydid ! How can you say so ? ” 
exclaimed Elfie, “in my history ” 

“ A fairy Queen, I mean of course,” 
said the Katydid. “Besides, a King will rule 
by fear, and does not know, so long as his 
subjects obey him, what black thoughts may 
be behind, but a Queen, with her power of 
reading hearts, soon finds that no service is of 
any good that does not spring from love, and 
so devotes herself before everything to the 


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task of winning the love of her dependants.” 
Then the Katydid sang : — 

“ A King’s a mighty potentate. 

His word is law, his power great. 

His subjects bend a lowly knee. 

A King I’d dearly love to be. 

But e’en a King is full of care, 

Though none to cross his will may dare. 

Some traitor hand may seek his life — 

I think I’d rather be his wife ! 

Though great the power of King may be. 

His sway is one of fear, you see. 

Though fear may rule, still far above 
The power of fear is that of love. 

The subjects of a King obey 
Because they must, they dare not say 
They’d rather not. — They can’t say No! 

The King says ‘ Come 1 ’ — They dare not go. 

The best of Kings is but a man. 

His subjects’ hearts he ne’er may scan ; 

While all pure women have the art 
Of reading every caitiff heart. 

A King or Queen, to truly reign. 

Must first the love of subjects gain. 

No good can any service bring, 

Save ’ tis for love, to man or King. 

So though a man may be a King, 

Still, he’s a man. Wherefore I sing, 

If I’d the choice to make, I ween, 

I’d rather choose to be a (^ueen! ” 


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Elfie was listening so intently to what the 
Katydid was singing that she leaned over a lit- 
tle too far, and just as the wonderful insect had 
reached the end of his song, she gave a great 
lurch and came near falling out of the tree. 
Fortunately, there was another branch quite 
near, which Elhe laid hold of in time to save 
herself from a bad fall. The strange thing 
about it was, as she told the Katydid, as soon 
as she recovered herself and was sitting up 
again in her place, that, as she felt herself 
going, she had felt a little push, as though 
some tiny boy was trying to push her out of 
the tree. 

“ Of course it was Per-ver-si-ty,” said Katy- 
did. “ He won’t leave you all day now, and 
you may expect to have more accidents before 
night. I suppose I shall get into trouble my- 
self ; of course it makes him angry to hear me 
talking about him.” 


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“ Never mind, go on with the story.” 

Let me see. Where was I ? Oh yes ! 
When a new baby is born, the fairies, if they 
are interested in its future life, endow him 
or her with beauty, sweet temper, wisdom, 
imagination, or some other virtue. At the 
time I am speaking of, the fairies had made 
the rounds of the neighborhood, and had de- 
cided what gifts the babies, lately born, de- 
served to have.” 

“ Oh ! I wonder what I had ?” cried Elfie. 

“Do be quiet!” grumbled the insect. 
“ If you will keep interrupting I shall stop. 
The Queen held her court under an oak-tree, 
near by a beautiful river that ran through the 
forest. Great lilies blossomed on this river, 
and in these lilies it was the custom to put 
flowers and leaves to signify the gifts they 
wanted to bestow. 

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means something, as, for instance, a rose-leaf 
is an emblem for beauty, a violet for modesty, 
a petal of a sunflower means wealth, and so 
on. A fairy can make but one gift at every 
full moon. As they come back from their 
trip, each one places her gift into the heart of 
the lily bearing the name of her particular 
baby, until every flower has something. Then 
at a great gathering, the fairies dance and 
the Queen pronounces the words which con- 
vey the gifts to the different babies. 

“ I know you would like to see one of 
these dances. The Queen has her throne on 
the top of a mushroom. All around her are 
the fairies, some dancing in a ring, others in 
couples or groups. They are all leaping and 
flying in every direction ; some in the air, 
some on the ground, some balancing on the 
points of the grass, the bushes, everything, and 
everywhere. All the time every one is sing- 


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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


ing ; and the flashing of the many-colored 
dresses, cloaks, doublets, caps, and gossamer 
wings, as the little people dart about in the 
mazes of the dance, keeping time with the 
rise and fall of the music of the song, pro- 
duces an effect beautiful to see.” 

Oh-h-h! ” cried Elfie, “ you must forgive 
me. Katydid! but I must say how lovely ! and 
how I wish I could see it! ” 

Katydid seemed gratified by the pleasure 
Elfie expressed, but just smiled a little and 
went on: 

After the dance, the Queen, followed by 
all her train, goes to the bank of the river. 
She waves her wand, and the babies, whose 
names are on the lilies, immediately become 
possessed of the virtues contained in the 
flower. 

“ It happened, this time, that one of the 
fairies, after the dancing was over, spied a 


ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


47 


rose-leaf floating down the stream. It looked 
very much like one of the beauty gifts that 
should be in a lily, and on looking further, a 
most terrible state of affairs was discovered. 
All the gifts had been mixed up in a per- 
fectly shocking manner ; some of them had 
been taken out and thrown into the river, and 
all had been changed. 

‘‘ The fairies realized that the presents, 
which had been intended as blessings, had all 
been so turned about that they would, in 
most cases, prove hurtful to the babies who 
received them 

‘‘ For the gift of wealth had gone to those 
already rich. Beauty to the children of 
such poor people, that it would be likely to 
prove a temptation to its owner. Purity and 
honesty could not go astray, but nearly all the 
other gifts were sent to the wrong people. 

Nobody knows how long this had gone 


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ELFIE AND THE KATYDID. 


on, and you can see the result, even to this 
day.” 

“ How dreadful ! ” murmured Elfie. 

“ All the fairies were in a great state of 
excitement and hunted high and low for the 
rascal who had done the mischief, but none of 
them thought it could be Per-ver-si-ty, for he 
made himself active in looking for the culprit. 
But the Queen could read his heart, and, call- 
ing her court together, she summoned the bad 
fairy to appear before her. Then she decreed 
that he should be banished from fairyland. 
Instead of the honorable condition of a fairy, 
he should be now what his acts stamped him — 
an imp. Up and down the earth he should 
go, and as Per-ver-si-ty he should, for all time 
to come, have the enmity of the human 
race.” 

“I should think,” Elfie said, ‘‘that the 
people on earth had already suffered enough 






ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


51 


from his tricks, without having to put up with 
him forever.” 

“Yes,” the Katydid answered, “it does 
seem a little like punishing the victim ; still, I 
am telling you the story, and can’t be expected 
to know all the motives of people or fairies. 
At any rate, Per-ver-si-ty has never been idle 
since he has been banished, and he has been 
playing tricks ever since on the people of the 
earth, as well as on the birds, animals, and 
insects. I am one of his victims myself.” 

“ You ! why how is that ?” 


Chapter III. 


, my ancestors were noted 
their beautiful voices and 
power of song.” 

“ Come now ! ” Elfie in- 
terrupted, forgetting, as 
she did too often, to be 
polite, “ a Katydid with 
a beautiful voice ! What 
have always heard that 
Katydids didn’t have any voices really, that 
they made their singing noise with their wing- 
cases.” 

'‘Well, suppose they do!” snapped the 
Katydid, “these scientific people are always 
coming in with their ridiculous explanations. 
If we do sing with our wing-cases, it does not 











ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


55 


make any difference. You breathe through 
your nose and mouth, don’t you ? We breathe 
through our sides, but it’s breathing just the 
same.” 

“ Excuse me,” said Elbe. 

“ Well, voices or wing-cases, they could 
all sing beautifully, so that people would come 
from all over the country to hear them, and 
all the birds and the other insects would stop 
their own songs to listen. One of them, and 
the finest singer of them all, in some way 
offended Per-ver-si-ty, and for a long time 
that little rascal busied himself in one of the 
meanest tricks he ever played on anybody. 
It happened one night, that miy ancestor was 
^singing a new song which he had lately com- 
posed. I cannot sing it as he did, for my 
voice cannot compare with his lovely tones, 
but it was an exquisite little thing, and ran 
like this: — 


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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


“ ‘ Will you come for a walk with me, sweetheart, to-night ?’ 

Said Donald, to pretty Kate Green. 

‘ The moon will be out, and the stars will be bright. 

Will you come then, my darling, my queen ?’ 

Katy vowed and protested she never would go. 

And she blushed, but her blushes were hid. 

She meant ‘ yes ’ like a woman, for though she said ‘ no! ’ 

She went for the walk, 

Katy did 1 

Katy did 1 Katy did ! Katy did ! 

‘ Pretty Kate! won’t you give one sweet kiss to me?’ 

Said the lover, and took Katy’s hand, 

‘ The moon’s hid her face, and so no one can see. 

And the grass and the trees understand! ’ 

But Katy declared that she ne’er would relent. 

And she said ‘ I must sternly forbid 
You to steal one! ’ But e’er Katy went, 

She gave him a kiss, 

Katy did ! 

Katy did ! Katy did ! Katy did ! ” 

“He was singing ‘ Katy did ! Katy did ! ’ 
when Per-ver-si-ty, or one of his band, imitated 
his voice and chimed in, singing, ‘ Katy didn’t !’ 
‘KATY DID!’ screamed my ancestor. 
‘Katy didn’t!’ sang the imp. ‘KATY 
DID! KATY DID!!’ repeated the singer, 
for he had composed the song from facts 
which had come under his own observa- 


ELFIE AND THE KATYDID. 


57 


tion, and knew. ‘ KATY DIDN’T ! KATY 
DIDN’T! KATY DIDN’T!!!!’ yelled the 
imp, and so they kept at it, ‘KATY DID! 
KATYDID!’ ‘ KATY DIDN’T!!’ just the 
same as you hear any night when the Katy- 
dids are about.” 

“ But it isn’t Per-ver-si-ty who says Katy- 
didn’t all the time,” said Elfie. 

“No, but you see the imp kept at it 
so continuously, that after a while, just as 
soon as night would come, my ancestor would 
begin, ‘ Katy did ! Katy did ! ’ expecting to be 
contradicted, even getting confused sometimes 
and contradicting himself, saying ‘ Katy did ! 
Katy didn’t ! ! Katy did ! did ! did ! Didn’t ! 
DID ! ! !’ and as his children grew up, they in 
turn took up the quarrel with the imp, and 
insisted that their father was right, for every 
night they would cry as loud as they could, 
‘ Katy did ! Katy did ! Katy did ! ! Katy 


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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


didn’t ! didn’t did ! ! Katy didn’t ! Katy did ! 
Katy did ! ! ! ’ and, like him, get mixed up and 
forget whether it was did or didn’t. Their 
children came, and sang the same song, until 
it has come about that Per-ver-si-ty has suc- 
ceeded in making us forget everything else. 

“We have sung so much on damp nights 
that the beauty of our voices is gone, and we 
are so made that, try all we can, we cannot 
stop. Every afternoon, as soon as the sun 
begins to get low, we have to begin our ever- 
lasting song, ‘ Katydid ! Katy didn’t ! Katy 
did !’ It is a triumph for the Imp of Per-ver- 
si-ty, and I wish I could do him a bad turn to 
pay him out for it. 

“ Years ago, the tradition was lost to all 
but a very few, as to whether Katy did or 
didn’t, who Katy was, or what it was she did 
or didn’t, and I am sure nobody cares.” 

“ Dear me ! Katydid, I never heard of 


We have sung so much on damp nights.” [Page 58.] 



4 








ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


6i 


such a mean trick. It is a shame ! That it 
is ! ” 

“ Yes, it is. But I have the consolation of 
being in good company. Hardly a man has 
ever lived but has suffered, at some time or 
other, from the tricks of Per-ver-si-ty. Who 
was that King of England that let the cakes 
burn ? Oh, yes, King Alfred ! Well, that was 
the Imp, of course. He whispered into the 
King’s ear, so that he should think of some- 
thing else, and forget the cakes. Then when 
the cakes were burnt and the woman, who 
had set the King to bake them, began to 
scoid, he flew up the chimney, laughing, as 
he always does, at the mischief he had done. 

“ You can go all through your history, and 
find the same thing. Per-ver-si-ty is at the 
bottom of more than half the mischief that is 
done in the world. Fortunate it is for the 
world that his old playmates, the fairies, are 


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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID, 


still around. They try, and ver)' often suc- 
cessfully, to find a remedy, and sometimes 



“ Picnics are the Imp of Per-ver-si-ty’s delight. 


turn the mischief itself into a blessing in 
disguise.” 

“ Well, good-by,” said Elfie, “ I must be 
off. Aunt Fannie and Uncle Henry are 
coming, and we are going to a picnic.” 

Then I must find the sheltered side of a 
leaf,” said the Katydid, “ for it will rain.” 

“ Rain ! ” exclaimed Elfie, “ there isn’t a 
sign of it ! ” 


ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


63 


“ I know that, but Per-ver-si-ty won’t let 
you have a picnic without going off and steal- 
ing a rain-cloud. Stay home and he will sav^e 
the cloud. If you go to the picnic it will most 
certainly rain.” 

“ Oh, you’re an old croaker !” 

“ Wait and see, my child. Wait and see. 
Picnics are the Imp of Per-ver-si-ty’s delight. If 
he can’t steal a rain-cloud, he will put salt into 



the sugar paper, or set a blackberry pie just 
where somebody is going to sit down. There 
is no saying what perverse thing he won’t do. 
Whndy days please him, too. vSee how he 
will tip a man’s straw hat, so that it will blow 


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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


off ; then with what glee he will watch the 
man chase it, let him nearly grasp it, then 
give it a little fillip, and send it sailing away 
again. Fie loves, too, to upset an ink-bottle 
on to an author’s cherished poem, or a minis- 
ter’s just completed sermon, or if nothing else 



“He loves, too, to upset an ink-bottle.” 


is handy, he will content himself with having 
it spoil the carpet.” 

‘‘ Ha ! ha !” laughed Elfie, “after all, the 
Imp does get some fun out of his pranks.” 

“ I could keep on all day, giving you 
instances of the tricks the rascal is always up 


ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


65 


to. But run away now to your picnic, and be 
sure to put on your oldest dress, wear your 
rubbers, and carry an umbrella.” 

Elbe laughed, and let herself down from 
the tree. 


Chapter IV. 



T all came about exactly as the 
Katydid had said. 

Before the party had gone 
half-way to the place where 
they intended to picnic, the 
sky had clouded over, and 
just as they had uncovered 
their baskets and laid out 
on the grass the good things 
they had brought to eat, 
down came the rain in a 
perfect sheet. They all scampered to the 
nearest tree. The shower was soon over, but 
it lasted long enough to perfectly ruin their 
eatables and spoil their tablecloth. Their 
shoes and the ladies’ clean white dresses were 


ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


67 


sopping. It was a bedraggled and discouraged 
picnic party. They tried to make the best of 
things, but it was quite evident that they 
would have to return home to get anything to 
eat. 



Down came the rain in a perfect sheet. 


“ This is just what the Katydid told me,” 
said Elfie. 

“The Katydid, child!” cried Aunt Fan- 
nie. 

“ Yes, I was talking to a Katydid this morn- 



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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


ing, and he said if we went to a picnic the Imp 
of Per-ver-si-ty would be sure to make it rain.” 

Everybody was used to Elfie’s funny re- 
ports of her adventures, and laughed at her 
idea of the Imp of Per-ver-si-ty. 

‘‘It looks very much as if the Katydid 
knew what he was talking about,” laughed 
Uncle Henry; “but come along, folks, let us 
hurry back and get something to eat.” 

So, laughing and chatting, they picked up 
their baskets and made the best way they 
could through the puddles and the wet grass 
back to the house. 

Elfie told Uncle Henry all about the 
Katydid, and what it had been telling her 
about the Imp of Per-ver-si-ty. He said that 
he had no doubt that it was all perfectly true, 
and told Elfie a lot of amusing incidents, 
which no doubt had been brought about by 
the mischief-loving Imp. 


ELFIE AND THE KATYDID. 


69 


He said that the Imp had a special love for 
prying out collar-buttons, making them roll 
when they were out, into all sorts of dark holes 
and corners, and that he would chip razors 
and misplace scissors and neckties, mix up 
shoes, so that a person would put the wrong 
shoe on the right foot, and do fifty other vex- 
atious things, of which everybody has had 
some experience. 

Elfie and her uncle had quite a pleasant 
afternoon, after all. They chatted away to 
one another, telling things that had happened 
to them, and what they had heard from other 
people. 

“ Do you know,” Elfie said, “ I believe 
that the Katydid will get into trouble for tell- 
ing me about Per-ver-si-ty.” 

“Shouldn’t wonder,” said Uncle Henry. 

“ Yes,” continued Elfie, “ I am going to 
look for him.” 


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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


There’s one now,” said her uncle, “sing- 
ing away in the tree at the bottom of the 
garden.” 

“ Oh, that can’t be the one, his voice is 
altogether too hoarse.” 

“ Never mind, run out and interview him,” 
said Uncle Henry, with a twinkle in his 
eyes. 

So Elfie opened the door, and ran down 
to the trees. She called out: “Hello! is 
that you. Katydid ? ” 

The hoarse croaking in the tree suddenly 
stopped. 

“ Is that you ?” repeated Elfie. 

“Yes, what there is left of me,” came a 
wheezy voice from the tree. “ Come a little 
nearer if you want to know how Per-ver-si-ty 
has been treating me to-day. I am so hoarse 
that I can scarcely whisper.” 

“Why, what is it?” asked Elfie, coming 


ELFIE AND THE KATYDID. 


71 


close to the bough where the Katydid sat. It 
was a low one and she could put her face 
quite close to the little songster. “ What is 
it ? ” she repeated. 

“ Oh, dear ! ” said the Katydid, “ I have 
had a day of it ; that little goblin laid himself 
out to pay me back for talking about him. 

“ After you left this morning, I sat on the 
limb of the tree thinking over our conversa> 
tion, and laughing to myself at some of the 
funny tricks of the Imp which I had seen and 
heard about ; when a twig, which seemed to 
have been broken off by the wind, but which, 
I have no doubt, was thrown by Per-ver-si-ty 
himself, fell from the upper part of the tree 
and knocked me off the limb on which I sat. 

I came down to the ground head first, and my 
neck got such a twist, and my head such a 
terrible bump, that I never expected to be 
able to hold it up again. 


72 


ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


“ After a long while I ventured to move a 
little, and found, to my relief, that my neck 
wasn’t really broken, but it was so twisted, as 
you can see, that I have had to hold my head 
on one side ever since. 

“You know that there is a little stream that 
runs into the river close by the tree where 
we had our talk this morning. I dragged 
myself along as well as I could, for I could 
not fly, one of my wing-cases being badly 
strained by the fall, till I came to the side of 
this little stream, where I hoped to find my 
best friend. She generally comes there in the 
afternoon, but she was nowhere about. I 
wondered what could be the matter, and, 
climbing painfully to the top of a big stone, I 
called to her with all the voice I could muster. 
After a while I thought I heard a faint reply 
from the other side of the stream. I called 
out again, and was answered, so I felt sure it 


ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


73 


was my friend. But how to get across the 
stream ? 

“ I thought and thought till the bump on 
the back of my head throbbed so hard that I 
felt my head would burst. At last I spied a 
leaf floating close to the edge of the water, so 
I ran down and caught it just as it was pass- 
ing. It took a good deal of courage in my 
shattered condition, but I finally succeeded in 
getting on to it and floated away. I knew if 
I could keep still, and my craft was not 
wrecked, that the wind would blow me to the 
other side of the little brook. But my head 
ached so, I was obliged to lie down, and while 
we were gently floating along, I suddenly felt 
a violent push at the side of my boat. I was 
thrown so much over to one side, that the leaf 
was capsized, and before I realized it 1 was 
struggling in the water. I felt sure it was all 
over with me, but I suppose some good fairy 


74 


ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


came to my rescue, for before I had made two 
flutters with my injured wings, I found myself 
lifted out of the water, and placed on the bank. 



“I suddenly felt a violent push at the side of ray boat.” 


‘‘ I lay there exhausted for a long time, 
but after a while I grew strong enough to call 
to my friend. But she did not answer me, 
and I knew then that the Imp had played me 
another trick.” 

‘‘ Poor Katydid ! ” said Elfie, as the unfor- 


ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


75 


tunate insect stopped for breath, “ I hope the 
Imp won’t treat me as badly as that.” 

“ I hope not, my child. But if I were you, 
I should be very careful for the next day or 
two.” 

“ Well, how did you get on ? ” 

“ After a while, I revived a little, and 
found my way along the bank to the place 
where the stepping-stones are placed across 
the brook. I was gradually getting stronger, 
and managed to jump from one to the other of 
these, and so back to this side of the stream. 
Late in the afternoon, I had the good fortune 
to find my friend, who nursed me, set my 
broken wing, and bathed my bruises with the 
juices of a healing plant. She is now here, 
and we are to be married to-morrow.” 

“ Introduce me,” said Elfie. 

“ I don’t think she will come down,” replied 
Elfie’s friend, ‘‘she is very diffident and shy.” 


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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


“ You have had quite an adventurous day/' 
Elfie said. 

“Yes/’ answered the Katydid, “it is a 
lesson to me. I shall not meddle with any- 



“I found my friend, who nursed me.’ 


body’s affairs, which don’t concern me, again. 
If you will take my advice, I should say as little 
about the Imp as you can, for he will certainly 
pay you out for it.” 

“ Pooh ! ” said Elfie, “ I’m not afraid.” 


ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


77 


“ But I am,” said the Katydid, “and you 
must please excuse me from talking any more 
on that subject.” And not a word more could 
Elfie get out of him. He called out to his 
friend, who, after hanging back a little, came 
down the main trunk of the tree, and helped 
him up to a higher branch. Here they were 
soon out of Elfie’s sight and reach, though she 
could hear them singing their quaint little song. 

“Good-night!” called out Elfie, “if you 
won’t talk any more, I shall go in.” 

“ Good-night ! ” came down the voice of 
the Katydid. “ Be careful, now, and look out 
for the Imp ! ” 

“ Bother the Imp !” answered Elfie, “ I’m 
not afraid! Good-night ! ” 

“ Good-night ! ” croaked the two Katydids 
in chorus. 

“ Elfie! Elfie !” called out Bessie from the 


house. 


78 ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 

Elfie turned to run, but she had not taken 
two steps, when, crash ! she tripped upon a 
stone, which she certainly had no idea was 
there before, and down she came. She picked 



A daisy, standing near, nodded its head gravely. 


herself up, rubbing her bruised knee, when 
she was almost sure she heard a little chuckle 
in the grass behind her. 

“ Oh dear ! ” she said, “Mr. Per-ver-si-ty, I 


ELFIE AND THE KATYDID. 


79 


hope I haven’t offended you! I am sure I’ll 
try never to speak about you again as long as 
I live.” 

A daisy standing, near the place where 
Elfie thought the chuckle came from, nodded 
its head gravely, and some long grasses grace- 
fully waved their arms. 

Elfie felt that Per-ver-si-ty was there and 
understood her. It seemed like making an 
agreement. 

“Remember,” she said, “if from now on 
you will let me alone, I will never speak of 
you again. Is it a bargain ?” 

A low rustle came from the waving grasses 
and the nodding flowers. 

Elfie ran into the house, where Uncle 
Henry had been watching her from the win- 
dow. He had heard Elfie’s last remark, and 
gravely recited to her as she went up to 
bed — 


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ELF IE AND THE KATYDID. 


Now after this, Per-ver-si-te ! 
Don’t bother, tease, or worry me. 
If you this pledge will only take, 
Then I will, too, a promise make. 

I never more will speak your name 
To boy or girl, to man or dame, 

To bug or worm, to fly or gnat. 

To cow or sheep, to dog or cat. 

I will not even think of you— 

So there’s a bargain twixt us two.” 






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